Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel
Chapter 206

Chapter 206

"D-Dustin Rhys? How could it be him?!" After learning the truth, Florence and the others looked at each other

for a while, disbelief written on their faces.

Never in a million years had they considered that it wasn't Matt who saved Julie, but the person they had

dubbed ungrateful.

This was simply a slap in the face!

*So Dustin never framed Julie in the first place, and it was you guys... purposely slinging mud at him?" Dahlia stood rooted to the ground, expressionless.

Her face was as white as a sheet.

"W-who slung mud at him? I bet he's feeling guilty because he knows what he did wrong, so he's trying to

make things up to us!" Florence insisted stubbornly.

She was used to bossing people around; of course, she would never admit that she had gotten the wrong idea

about Dustin.

That would be too humiliating.

"Mom, things have already come to this, and you still want to justify yourself?" Dahlia bit her lip. Even her heart was clenching.

"How am I justifying myself? If that Rhys bastard hadn't framed Julie, why would he have saved her? In the end, he was just feeling guilty for doing something wrong!" Florence insisted indignantly. "That's right! If he didn't do it, why did he save her?" James echoed.

"I've really had enough of you guys!" Dahlia's emotions finally exploded.

"Why? Why do you always have to pick on Dustin? What exactly did he do to you? Must you purposely pick. fights with nim? In our three years of marriage, he has always been honest and agreeable, but you always had a prejudice against him. Even though he had never done anything wrong, you kept pushing blame on him again and again. Could you really be so blinded to how good he is?"

She

e was basically roaring by the end of her tirade.

Everyone was scared stiff.

After that spiel, Dahlia couldn't stand it anymore. She threw the door open and left.

She got in her car and sped down the road.

Her tears, however, couldn't stop falling.

She regretted it.

She really regretted it.

She regretted being so impulsive; she regretted belleving her mother's words; and she regretted. misunderstanding Dustin.

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She felt distraught and confused.

She didn't know whether they could go back to the way things were before.

At the Peaceful Medical Center, Dustin took a deep breath. He quickly calmed down after hanging up the phone.

After all it wasn't the first time something like this happened.

Hence, he wasn't much bothered by it right now.

"Beep beep!" At that moment, a Maybach with a Millsburg license plate stopped at the entrance.

Soon after, a middle-aged man in a flashy, red suit strutted over with his head held high.

Next to him was a stocky bodyguard.

"Are you Dustin Rhys?" The moment the man in the red suit entered, he began to eye Dustin up and down, acting all high and mighty.

"And who are you?" Dustin raised his head, sparing the man a glance.

"My name is Laney, Phineas Laney. I am from the Laney family of Millsburg."

Phineas picked up his handkerchief and wiped down the chair before taking a seat of his own accord.

Dustin quickly made the connection. "The Laney family? What's your relationship to Matt Laney?"

"Matt Laney is my son and the heir of the Laney family." Phineas pushed his glasses up his nose and continued indifferently. "Of course, I didn't come here to your doorstep to tell you these things, but to offer y "Oh? What do you mean?" Dustin raised his eyebrows.

"I heard that you have the Immortunol formula in your hands. It's something I am very interested in." As Phineas spoke, he took out a check and slid it onto the table. "This is a check for 30 million dollars. If you yours. For people like you, this amount is enough for you to live without worry for the rest of your life!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Dustin rejected it immediately.

"Why? Is it too little?" Phineas narrowed his eyes slightly. "I didn't peg you for

someone with a big appetite. Alright, why don't I add on another 20 million dollars, which makes it 50 million dollars in total? Give me the formula.”

"Like I said, I'm not interested," Dustin repeated indifferently.